Plateau Song
(Poetry or Posing?)
Okay, more of my song lyrics. I kept this to myself for a very long time, but being back home for the holidays has forced me to review and think about what the year meant to me and where I would like to go in 2022.
This is a recollection of time spent in one of the cooler neighbourhoods of Montréal...and really, was it that cool?
Make of it what you will:
Your feet as my guide
Your face in my eyes
Your mountain behind you
Your cross white and hot
Your beggars’ hands like lampposts too close to the edge
Your markets and cafés always open and busy
Your friendliness and your open heart everywhere
Your endless nights guide me away
Your shape as perfect as a song
Your city lights shatter it all
Your day as my hope for something new
Your smile as perfect as a poem
Your last grasp like the end of a season
Your last touch was just me in you
Your last look the final cut
Your last everything was my first anything
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